In fields where golden daffodils sway,
Beneath the gentle spring sun’s ray,
They dance in unison, a vibrant choir,
Painting the earth with hues of desire.

Their petals whisper secrets of time,
Carried by breezes in a soft, sweet rhyme,
Each bloom a story of warmth reborn,
In the cradle of dawn, where dreams are worn.

Amidst the emerald blades so green,
They stand as harbingers of sights serene,
A promise of renewal, hope’s gentle hand,
In a world awaking at nature’s command.

So let us wander where daffodils grow,
In their golden glow, let our spirits flow,
For in their presence, peace we find,
The gentle embrace of nature, kind.